It appears Dodgers fans couldn't be happier with Frank McCourt's… (Anne Cusack / Los Angeles…)
I always enjoy seeing that old 1958 photo of Walter Alston riding in the Edsel down Broadway in the welcoming parade. Hey, why don't we get that Edsel out of mothballs and present it to Frank McCourt for his drive back to Boston? It's the least we can do to show our appreciation.
Andrew M. Weiss
Playa del Rey
Bud Selig, please learn from your mistakes: No leveraged sales. No corporations as owners. No real estate developers as owners. No unemployed owners. Find us an owner who has proven to be a smart business person with their own money. Find us an owner who already owns several homes. Find us an owner who is a baseball fan, preferably a Dodgers fan. Just find us an owner who cares about the Dodgers' fan experience, not the experience of owning the Dodgers.
Before Bill Dwyre [Nov. 3] gets up from falling all over himself while fawning over Bud Selig, let's all remember how we got here in the first place. A combination of Selig's fear of a lawsuit regarding the earlier Red Sox purchase plus Selig's insistence on not allowing another free-spending owner into the league, thus protecting his Brewers is why he personally chose to inflict the McCourts on Los Angeles.
Mr. Simers, I keep asking myself what it is that qualifies you to pass judgment on the viability of Peter O'Malley as the next owner of the Dodgers. So far, the only answer I can come up with is this: nothing.
With Frank McCourt seemingly folding like a cheap suit in the face of MLB's challenge to his plan for ownership survival, the devoted Dodgers fan base should be all high fives and fist pumps. However, given this guy's penchant for chicanery, I, for one, will not be comfortable until the ink on the deal is dry.
In the contract of sale, in Article 7, Section D, subsection "ii", let us hope some enterprising legal beagle inserts, "As part of this sale, Frank McCourt agrees not to get closer than 500 miles from Dodger Stadium for the next 25 years".
The birth of a child. Graduation day. Winning the lottery. Nov. 1, 2011 is all of that rolled into one. Goodbye, Frank. Don't let the door hit you in the rear. I lied. I hope it hits you and hits you hard.
To the tune of "Goodnight Sweetheart," with original lyrics by Dodgers fans:
Goodbye, McCourt, well, it's time to go,
Goodbye, McCourt, you've seen your last Dodgers dough.
We're glad you're leaving and we really must say,
Dodger fans again are shouting, "We love L.A."
Mark Cuban says that he talked to Frank McCourt about buying the Dodgers and was told that the asking price would be over $1 billion, which he feels is way too high. McCourt says that he never talked to Cuban and doesn't even know who he is. Whom do you believe?
We won't miss you, Frank, as you enter the world of Motel 6 and Supercuts.
I may be the one person who is refraining from joyous celebration over Frank McCourt agreeing to sell the Dodgers, as it brings a swift and ceremonious end to my distinguished L.A. Times letter-writing career, less feasible now without the follies of a rudderless organization, incongruous leadership and disastrous on-field results. So consider this my farewell address (unless UCLA retains Rick Neuheisel as its football coach).
I am so thrilled that the greedy, uninterested owner of our local team is finally ready to sell. Someone else can surely improve on his zero championships while actually communicating to the fans directly instead of hiding behind assistants. Wait, we're not talking about Phil Anschutz? Never mind.
The only thing that could make the Frank McCourt story better is if Jim Healy were here to comment on it.
West Los Angeles
Other conclusions with which Lane Kiffin respectfully resolves to agree to disagree:
1) Hiring his father as defensive coordinator represents nepotism.
2) The Trojans' defense routinely violates trademarks held by Swiss cheese manufacturers.
3) T.J. McDonald should be counseled to avoid debilitating hits on defenseless receivers.
4) It's appropriate to defer to Pat Haden's reflections on postgame coaching conduct.
5) Running a crossing route with nine seconds left represents poor play-calling strategy.
6) If bitter complaining does not result in a call's reversal, it need not be repeated the next day.
7) Two-year-old Knox probably cannot solve math problems.
8) Knox's tantrums pale next to Lane's.
9) Calculations relating to holding penalties may be avoided by not holding.
10) Stanford deserved to win the game.
Lane Kiffin was fined for casting aspersions on the credibility of Pac-12 officials.
Funny, I thought credibility had to be earned — not legislated.